Disengaged and Unafraid,
Been unplugged so long,
Now the wires are frayed.
I know I'm not clever,
I know I'm not smart.
I could surely do better,
but I'm not about to start.
Autopilot turned on,
though soon likely to crash,
but coasting along,
through thick, dense air.
I remember a time when I used to Be.
My passion and ingenuity steering me.
But as time ticked by,
I grew tired, I went blank.
The world and it's problems seeming exceedingly pointless.
In my room, at night,
I lay awake, mind empty.
Letting struggles fade to grey.
I taught myself well,
How to shut off emotion.
Little did I know it would shut off functionality.
My autoilot dies out,
and the frayed wires spark.
What little will I had flees,
The burning floor falls away.
My life trembles in my hands.
I'm faced with a choice.
Whether to grab the wheel and fly my course,
Or finally know what it is to be at rock bottom.
